#and as a psychic he'd have a natural leg up

[enthusiastic-nimrod]

Please partake in some lovingly crafted airbrush amy and co!

This started out as an oopsiedoodle, but honestly I really like how coloring with an airbrush can look? It has a very dreamy quality to it.

[nyxiswrites1200]

💚𝑺𝒂𝒎 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔💚

Sam Winchester x GN!Reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Early seasons Sam (spoilers S1-3), Romantic, Mentions nightmares, Mentions of sex, fingering, This is my opinion based on Sam's character and what I've watched so far

An: I'm so insane guys, I just had to dump out all my Sammy thoughts <3 I'm working on the Leon thing but I hated it and started over :( anyhow, enjoy my insanity.

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Sam is a gentle lover, his nature alone is naturally gentle. He doesn't see the world in black and white but rather shades of gray. He doesn't like lying or doing things he considers unnecessary.

I feel like Sam doing things irrationally comes from being pushed to the edge. He gets put under so much stress or such a drive to save someone that he does stuff that isn't like him. Even then, he tends to have a plan of what he's gonna do.

I personally think Sam has nightmares. Between the psychic visions he would have and all the tragedies he's witnessed. I especially feel like his mom, Jessica, and Madison are recurring ones. I would say he takes sleeping pills but I also think maybe he's too on edge to make himself that vulnerable.

It would be hard to get Sam into another relationship. With all the tragedies of the other girls he fell for, he'd be worried to indulge in someone else..

Sam smells like pine trees, very earthy I can imagine. If you've ever walked into a motel room, it's freshly cleaned, that kind of smell is something I also associate with him.

When thinking of products he uses specifically. He definitely has some good smelling shampoo and conditioner for that hair. Also thinking of maybe old spice products such as deodorant (not sure why, it just feels right.) Maybe it's something Jessica introduced him to and he's always stuck with it now, not wanting the trouble of changing it. That is if he has the option of choice, free motel products are probably the norm for him.

Imagining a sleeping Sam in those plaid pajama pants and a gray T-shirt, or no shirt preferably.

But if he did allow himself to be with someone again...

Sam is a gentleman. We see him opening doors and comforting people all the time in the show. He would open any door for you, hold you, comfort you, whatever you needed.

Sam is a big baby at times! Sometimes he is so pathetic and I mean that in the most loving way ever. He definitely loves cuddles and not having to sleep alone, especially if he has nightmares or visions. It helps having you there to comfort him, just knowing he isn't alone.

Imagine giving Sam a bracelet or anything he can wear honestly, he'd wear it all the time. My first thought being just some simple bracelet you think would suit him, he'd never take it off. Pulling his jacket sleeve over it during hunts to make sure it doesn't get damaged.

If Sam was worried about your safety in a situation, he'd keep you so close. If he could, he'd hold your hand or keep his arm around you. Beforehand, he'd definitely try to make you stay at the motel and wait.

Sam seems like he'd hold his jacket over you if it suddenly started raining. He never cared if he got soaked by the rain. But you? He'd go the extra mile, or he'd just give you his jacket if you looked cold.

But also kissing in the rain?? Stupidly cliche but maybe after a day of researching with him you get caught out in the rain. However, you don't mind as you drag him into a kiss, tangling a hand into his wet hair. Who is he to deny you?

After stressful hunts, you and Sam will curl up in the motel room together. Sam laying face down between your legs, his head resting on your stomach or chest. His arms wrapped around your waist or rubbing your hips/thighs.

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You love to mess with his hair and he loves when you do. Just running your fingers through it brings him a sense of calm.

Pet names he would call you would consist of baby, sweetheart, sweetie, lovely. He'd love calling you affectionate names but wouldn't overuse them.

Sam is definitely a dominant person in bed. He likes the sense of control he can have in this situation when he loses control of everything else in his life.

He's a soft dom though. Lots of praise and making sure you're okay with everything. He wouldn't wanna push you too far or hurt you. He prefers it to be an intimate moment with mutual pleasure and care.

His favorite positions are anything where he can look into your eyes or see your face. He likes holding you in his lap, facing each other, while you ride him. Just so he can lean in and kiss you when he wants or just press his forehead against yours. A good old missionary is also fine by him! Just being able to hold your hips and see himself thrusting in you, it makes his cock twitch.

I have this image of Sam lazily fingering you. Sam's arms and hands are so attractive (the veins!!). He's got you stretched out on two fingers as he slowly pumps them in and out. He's holding you, back pressed into his chest, and his free arm around your mid-section.

He'll make you cum multiple times, at least two if you're willing. Whether he's got you stretched on his fingers or his cock, he knows exactly what you like.

"Does that feel good?" He coos into your ear, his fingers moving faster inside of you. "Doing such a good job..." He praises into your ear before kissing your temple. "Can you finish for me, sweetheart?"

Aftercare is a must! Sam always does aftercare. Whether that's just praising you and making sure you are okay before you both fall asleep or giving you a nice shower/bath. He always makes sure you're taken care of, even if it was only a one night kind of deal, he wouldn't just up and leave.

Anyhow, I just think Sammy is amazing and he'd be such a good boyfriend <3

[gayandgayerforventi]

love meter 100 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

Reigen A. x Female OC

"I have a proposition to make."

He said, his legs kicked on top of one of the tables. Reigen considered himself a simple man. To him there wasn't much a man his age should be doing. He was doing as he could, making money out of simple cons. He still remained a righteous and caring man, he wasn't hurting anyone! Though the lady in front of him seemed to think different, the charming devil who had lately haunted his dreams. He couldn't deny the slightest flush her teases and banter gave him, and even as she stood in front of him with her arms crossed in a doubtful manner, there was something about it that he couldn't help to appreciate. Perhaps it was the way she stared solely at him, staring with narrowed eyes from behind the frame of her glasses, the way her painted lips pursed at him as she stared disapprovingly.

He yearned to back down. To bow on his knees as he held onto her hand, pleading her forgiveness and validation. To see her smile at him once again as she gave him a sly remark, to feel the way her eyes stared up at down at him. But he held onto his pride, offering her a playful yawn instead as he leaned forward, staring at the lady who danced through his head in the night. Her name was Ayame, and lord he'd be damned to not have her one day. But he pushed this thought to the side. "And why should I hear you out? I have places to be Reigen, there's not much a man of your field can offer me."

He knew she was referring about his cons. Yet he still toyed with his tie, staring back at her as she met him with an expectant gaze. He fiddled with the ends, playing with the small threads as a lazy smile graced his lips. There was a rosy tint to her cheeks, and though he knew it to be blush he let his mind wander, to a day he hoped the pink on her face would be from him. Still, she drummed her nails against her crossed arms, leg bouncing with impatience.

"You'd be surprised 'Yame. A boy came by the office today, him and his little friend. He was a special kid, and I'd have been deep in charges if he wasn't. Before he could get hit from a spilt hot drink he saved it, with telepathy, all the while his friend was able to use the same ability to transfer a napkin out of her pocket."

"Right Reigen. And whilst we're at this you're going to tell me your nonexistent psychic abilities also peaked? Do I seem foolish to you? And I don't recall offering you the right to give me a nickname."

He stared at her, a sudden seriousness installed in his eyes.

"The nickname was stupid, I know. I'd much prefer to call you mine."

He suddenly leaned back in his chair, as the woman before him raised an eyebrow. He couldn't help but admire her from where he was, though she seemed rather annoyed in contrast to the flusted state he had hoped to place her in.

"And I will. Tomorrow. 4pm is the time they met me today and I told them I expected them at the same time the next day. You'll come with me Danielle, see their abilities and take up the offer I'm granting you. And you'll take up my business proposal and be my partner, what do you say."

She leaned forward, pushing his legs from the table as you took its place. She pressed her knees together, bringing him in by his tie. He knew she was doing this to inspect the truth he had, but he couldn't help the natural lean his body gave, nor the way his eyes wandered down to her lips. She seemed to feel the same way though, brown orbs flickering down before returning back to greet his eyes, a cocky smile plastered upon her face.

"Business partners. If you're lying I'll enjoy bringing both your shabby scams and yourself to your knees."

Part of him wished he was.

go check this out on my ao3 for a free hug guys <3 :D

[emeraldspiral]

Random unsorted thoughts on Godzilla x Kong:

Both this film and the last one felt like they had a story for Kong but were really struggling to come up with anything for Godzilla, so they just have him attacking random cities to kill time until they actually need him for the finale. This story in particular feels like they could've easily just cut Godzilla out all together and made it a solo Kong movie.

I'm glad Shimo didn't die, she's very pretty and she suffered a lot and deserved better.

When Ilene said to Bernie "We met in Hong Kong" I actually said out like "No you didn't". The two parties were never shown on screen together for the entire movie.

Mothra was underutilized once again but at least she's back now and didn't die, so hopefully she'll get her due in the next film. She really felt like a late addition though cause they didn't really do much set-up to explain why she was hibernating in the Hollow Earth already in moth form or why Jia was needed to awaken her.

Also, when they first introduced the Iwi leader before showing her face, I thought there was gonna be a plot twist where it turned out the Iwi didn't die in the storm, they escaped into the Hollow Earth and the leader would turn out to be Jia's twin sister. So the reason they needed Jia was because Mothra can only be awakened by a pair of twins with psychic powers. The fact that they didn't do this just kinda makes me a little angrier about the fact that they didn't bring back Ilene Chen or her sister when they were already set-up as the Monsterverse equivalent of Mothra's fairies.

It seems like they didn't get the music rights back for this movie because both Mothra and Godzilla's leitmotifs sound like generic knock-offs.

One thing this movie does that I really appreciate, and have actually been asking for, is extended sequences where we're just following the monsters with no humans around and no dialog. We get a lot of that in Kong's story, and I guess they felt like it was a safe enough choice because primates are very humanlike and can express themselves in ways that are very readable to humans. Plus the apes are supposed to be pretty intelligent, so they can put Kong into a story that could easily have been about a human character. I would like to see Godzilla get some of that treatment too, but I doubt they'll ever do it because it's harder to make him look and act human or put him into a humanly relatable plot. But like, I want that though. I want something almost like a nature documentary where it's just about animal survival in the wild, not a whole thing about finding a kingdom of primates enslaved by a cruel dictator using an ice dragon to keep everyone in line and fighting to liberate them from their oppressor.

Kong's arm brace was a deus ex machina if I ever saw one. Literally nothing hinted at its existence until it was needed to solve a very specific problem immediately after it was introduced. The entire thing plays out as one contrived coincidence after another. Like, "We had an idea for a thing, but they said it was a bad idea and shut it down. BUT ONLY AFTER WE ALREADY BUILT A WHOLE ENTIRE PROTOTYPE THAT WORKS PERFECTLY. Also, it just happens to be where we are right now. Also convenient that it was Kong's right arm instead of his left that got hurt, or one of his legs. Also, the explanation for it is that they wanted to give him an enhancement so he'd stand more of a chance against something like Godzilla in the future. It wasn't supposed to be a medical device, but it just happened to have a system for injecting Kong with meds built in, and also had those meds already loaded into the syringes ready to go at a moment's notice.

This is the third time a Titan being critically injured and needing human assistance before the final battle has been a plot point. When it happened in KOTM I feel like it worked because it was a very simple fix: Godzilla's hurt and needs radiation to regenerate, so we detonate a bomb to give him a lot of it at once so he can regenerate faster and kick Ghidorah's ass. Second time it happened it was like, "Isn't this already a discredited cliche by now? Like, that's not what defib paddles are for or how they work." In this movie, when they first introduced Trapper I was like, "Oh cool, a Titan veterinarian. That makes sense as a world building element and it gives the human characters a way to impact the story without it feeling forced." Like, the vet would be able to diagnose problems that the Titans are experiencing and figure out how to treat them, or make educated guesses about what an antagonistic Titan's weakness might be and how to exploit it based on his understanding of Titan biomedicine. But after pulling Kong's tooth, Trapper being a vet doesn't really affect the plot. Like, he didn't need that background just to know the arm brace existed and go get it and put it on him. They didn't even emphasize like, him having good beside manner to keep Kong calm because he knows how to work with animals.

I do appreciate that they introduced him as Ilene's ex so you think they're maybe going to get back together, but then for the rest of the movie it seems like it's actually Trapper and Bernie who've got the romance subplot going on.

I did not expect Kong being smart and resourceful and capable of making traps to end up being the set-up for some actually kinda hilarious moments like beaning a monkey with a rock and hitting Godzilla with pocket sand. Kong trying to drag Godzilla into the Hollow Earth by the tail was also funny. The whole reunion in general is kind of hilarious because they parted on good terms, Kong figures out that he needs help and goes to get Godzilla, but Godzilla's like "I thought I told you never to show your face here again!" so Kong just tries to straight-up kidnap him. Then Mothra shows up to make Godzilla understand why Kong is trying to make him deal with his problems.

Although, Godzilla was already juicing up like crazy because he was hearing the Iwi distress calls right? So he knew something was coming and he wanted to help, but he didn't want to hear it when Kong came to actually ask for help.

[abeinginsand]

Taylor rainy day hcs

Taylor loves being in the rain, but I imagine his mom would ask him to take an umbrella, at least sometimes? Or Cass may sneak it into his go-bag other times, so he doesn't forget it.

Most often the umbrella is not used properly.

He's used it as a stealth item to hide from and avoid classmates and teachers that he doesn't like around town. Its a go to way to avoid awkward or annoying conversations. Taylor also enjoys striking poses with it on occasion, works great as a second sword of sorts. He can try super cool dual wielding poses or use the sturdy umbrella as a makeshift cane on the rare occasions he forgets his own at home.

When the rain gets extremely heavy and/or his legs are feeling extra achy that day. Taylor will sit down some place and rest the umbrella against something so he can sit under it. Probably play on his phone for awhile while listening to the rain drops. Probably gets an Uber back home when the rain stops! It depend on how long the rain lasts or how hard he zoned into his mobile games.

Or on the rare occurrence he isn't alone, he'll offer the umbrella to the other classmate (if they don't have one). Its mostly only happened during field trips or at the end of a school day. After the offer, they'll go their separate ways. Sometimes the person will return the umbrella while occasionally it'll need to be replaced. He's got money though and he wasn't really using it much anyway so that part doesn't phase him. To add to that, his mom is usually really happy when he says he offered an umbrella to someone, especially someone that happens to be a girl. She's been giving him the signature Swift fam "you've got this" thumbs up a lot more lately. If he's honest, sometimes the idea of romance is...a lot when it's not a strict 2d interaction. He stops offering the umbrella to people for a few months.

Things are different when his new sidekicks come into the picture. Firstly, when it rains, Normal offers him an umbrella at the same time as Taylor was offering it to him. They ended up accidentally hitting each other haha. Though Taylor's hand stung more than Normal's did given he was not wearing a mascot costume. The two get past some awkward apologies and talk about either music or school gossip.

With Scary, she skeptically accepted the umbrella but asked why he didn't use it for himself. No one's asked him before and Taylor passionately rambles about his love for rain and rainy day scenes in stories as they walk through town. Though sometimes Scary does tease that he must not be worried about getting sick from the rain because idiots don't catch colds, right? He takes some psychic damage with an on cue anime sound effect. Teasing aside, Scary is the first to send him a text on an actual sick day--usually a short, "you're alive, right?" type of message which is nice in its own way.

The first time getting caught in the rain with Link doesn't go at all like Taylor was expecting. Link doesn't have an umbrella like Normal did and doesn't ask why like Scary had. Instead, Link arches an eyebrow and looks at the blue with white polka dots umbrella in his friend's outstretched hand for few minutes and then back to Taylor.

He says, "Thanks and okay, we should share it though." Taylor slowly agrees and the two share it while he remains surprised. It was the first time he'd shared an umbrella with someone since his childhood friend moved away. He was so used to walking alone or keeping some distance when with a person that he'd forgotten sharing it was a thing. Link holds the umbrella above them as they leave school. They talk about sports games and anime, joking around and occasionally playfully jabbing each other with fingers or elbows.

When the rain gets harder though, Link bolts forward to find the nearest open shop. This ends up dousing Taylor with water pretty good! He makes some sound that he hopes the natural rain bgm covered up and runs after the athlete. They end up racing each other which was initially frustrating but ends up pretty fun. For some reason, running in the rain alone or with a friend gives this cozy, familiar feeling too just like sitting by a fireplace or campfire does. Maybe it was because he used to play in the rain with his mom a lot as a kid.

Lastly, Taylor walking with Hermie during a rainy day leads to a teaching lesson. They both had umbrellas and, like certain punk seekers of darkness, Hermie asked why Taylor liked the rain so much. Hermie chimes in to Taylor's rambles with his own fav rain-related stuff and mentions a certain musical number. One of the few musicals that Taylor knew that weren't anime related! Anyways, Hermie proudly shows off his performing skill by doing atleast some of Singing in the Rain which Taylor thinks is pretty cool. The two practice some of the steps for awhile until the rain stops.

[presidentstalkeyes]

You mentioned that Stan has a bunch of Archetypes in the Gravity Falls/Psychonauts crossover, can we please get some more info on them?

Now this is still a work in progress - in fact it was this question that got me actually thinking about this. :V

We know that Stan has a lot of false identities, each of them with their own documents and personal history. We also know from what we see of his mindscape that he's clearly a master of compartmentalizing, neatly filing away all of his thoughts into boxes - probably a reflection of his history of only revealing what he needs to and keeping everything else under close guard, whether it's for his personal safety or for the safety of his 'rescue Ford' mission.

In this AU where's a psychic, this serves an additional purpose - indeed, he's been to his own mindscape thanks to not only the Psychic 6/7, but an earlier fling with a psychic cult while he was living on the streets (long story). He keeps everything so organized and guarded in case anyone were to intrude, looking for his secrets. That's why Bill Cipher had such a hard time finding the code to his safe, in spite of his enormous power that should make such a task completely trivial. Sasha Nein would be in envy of this level of control. :V

He'd already developed a lot of his Archetypes before Cassie tutored him in Projection, albeit unknowingly. His false identities, always starting out as blank slates, usually a name, date of birth and hometown, which he would gradually add to over time - more natural that way. By the time he'd learned what psychic archetypes are, many of them had developed into full-blown characters of their own.

Like Stetson Pinefield, who dreamed of winning the Kentucky Derby but broke his leg when a horse box fell on him and could never ride again, or Andrew '8-Ball' Alcatraz who fled his home country under that name (a double-layered false name, just to throw people off even further - his 'real' name was Sergio Perez) to avoid getting caught up in a civil war, or Hal Forester who just wanted to raise money for a tree sanctuary.

Turned out to have been a big help when he was running the Shack - he didn't use his powers much because he was pretending to be his non-psychic twin, but occasionally he'd find some use for his old false identities, like tricking 'old friends' into going the wrong way, or the cops, or just to scare the bejesus out of some tourists. Well, that and letting him easily break into government toxic waste dumps. And he had to admit, sometimes he'd just talk to them for no reason. Okay, a lot of the time. Almost every day back before he found Soos and then had no more use for his 'imaginary friends' (yeah, he has some internalized psycho-phobia too, blame Filbrick).

There was one archetype he created completely unintentionally, though, one he only ever brought out when in his lowest moments: Stan Pines.

A replica of the man he was on that fateful day when he pushed Ford through the portal. The man he was before he faked his death and became Ford. 'Stanford Pines' ousted him as his 'true' identity, but his old self still lurks around, waiting for things to return to normal. He's been waiting for over 30 years.

[mushroom-for-art]

Another one, a proper au one this time, I think this is part one of what I'm gonna dumb the Shadow au (I wonder why lmao), the wonderful horrible Syn belongs to @seasidemew

We'll call it a tie

Matt flew weaving between trees of the woods with reckless abandon, on his back he carried a backpack full of stolen human food, he laughed to himself remembering their enraged yelling and hollering, they were furious! And he was very impressed with himself. He'd nabbed it and escaped without being spotted and was far far away from where they were now. He slowed carefully at the end of the woods into a meadow clearing, landing with a stumble he stretched his psychic energy outwards to sense if anyone was around. He only sensed other Pokémon so deeming it safe he ventured into the meadow placing down the backpack carefully before spinning and flopping onto his back into the soft warm flowers scattering petals everywhere as he chuckled.

He stretched in the sunlight purring to himself as he wiggled on his back before sitting up again, psychic energy popping open the backpack as he carefully pulled out the stolen food, mostly tupperwares of things and sandwiches carefully wrapped, it was someone's picnic and now it was his. Well. He'd share it with his sister when she arrived. He sniffed the wrapped sandwiches separating what May would eat to one side, his stomach growled a little at a chicken curry sandwich that smelt deliciously spicy and swallowed as he started to drool. He was DEFINITELY having that one as he put away the food for his sister into the backpack to keep it safe from wild Pokémon. She was probably off collecting berries or something he pondered as he opened a bottled water, also stolen and had a drink satisfied by the coldness of it.

He waited a few moments before unwrapping the curry sandwich, it was in a soft baguette and his tail started to wag at the smell of it and the fact it was a big sandwich, he could tell it was going to be delicious.

"Now that looks tasty." Matt half leapt out of his skin at the sudden voice looking up a bit startled to see a mewtwo he didn't recognise. His eyes roamed over the other gray skin, dark gray tail and a bright crystal coming out of their shoulder, he finally reached the strangers face as they smirked down at him and found himself blinking at the sight of their stunning purple eyes admiring them and the stripes decorating their face.

The stranger chuckled and Matt's face felt hot, going a touch red over his pink hue as he laughed in slight embarrassment and nerves tail still wagging up and down furiously.

"Yes, uh, I could share with you? If you liked." In honesty Matt didn't want to share and wasn't one to willingly share much but he found the stranger rather attractive and did want to get their favor.

"I would like." Matt smiled shyly, focusing his psychic energy to carefully break the sandwich in half to share it with this stranger. He blinked as he felt their hand on his shoulder moving to look at them as they leant in close.

"You'll be quite satisfying." Matt's face went red as he stared bewildered but not at all unhappy about the situation, his smile was a bit timid as he wasn't sure what was happening exactly but having not interacted with another two he wasn't related to he didn't know how they behaved naturally. Unaware of the danger.

The hand grasped his throat in a quick harsh movement slamming him backwards into the grass below as he felt a sudden weakness and his life essence being pulled from his body through the hand that squeezed in his throat, he gasped in shock trying to breathe bringing his feet up to attempt to shove the other away but they didn't budge as his sandwich fell apart on the ground. Panic was setting in as his feet kicked and shoved the other but they were a solid wall of muscle letting out a mewling cry of pain as the stranger stomped a foot down into one of his legs to pin it down, tears prickling and rolling out of his eyes at the pain and confusion.

The strangers mouth became a cruel grin as he looked down on Matt as he absorbed his life, feeling the energy flowing into him in a way that was most satisfying, planning to take the rest of the actual food as well once he was finished. Despite missing both his arms, Syn felt that this odd twos life energy was quite abundant.

In the woods Matt's cry stretched out fading as it traveled but it reached the ear of another, his sister, who dropped the berries she was collecting as she broke into a sprint through the trees towards the meadow in a panic.

"It's nothing personal pinky, you were just nearby while I was feeling hungry." Syn casually mocked as Matt weakened further. "At least you'll be part of sometAH-"

He yelled as something collided hard with his side knocking him away from his meal, he caught himself in a float glaring furiously at the second mewtwo that interfered, their body coated in a shiny metallic layer that glistened and faded as they stood scowling at him bitterly. He looked them up and down as they moved standing protectively in front of the pink one on the floor who was breathing hard before he laughed. The orange hued mewtwo that stood before him was even shorter than the pink one and had a short fat tail and needed glasses, it was almost comical that he'd been caught by surprise.

"Well, looks like this just became a two for one deal." He flew at the other throwing erratic dark energy balls at that flew through the air and struck at them repeatedly creating a cloud of smoke before turning his body using his momentum to slam his tail into their body with force flinging them back, he watched their body hit the ground as it bounced a few times until it stayed grounded sliding along the grass into dirt below till they stopped, it looked as though it had been quite painful as they didn't get back up just lying there. He smirked and chuckled. That was easy. But it had got the blood flowing.

He turned back to pinky and growled at the empty space of flattened flowers.

"Now…where did you go…" He mused looking around and spotting a shade of pink disappearing into the treeline, his psychic energy grabbed hold of Matt who whimpered pulling him back into the meadow "I'm not done with you yet-"

Pain ripped through his back as smoke burst out from the impact point as he took a staggered step forward before turning with a growl to see the orange one annoyingly back on their feet as the pink one ran away.

"Funny. I was gonna say the same thing to you." Stars appeared behind the orange one swirling quickly before shooting out at him which he blocked efficiently with a protect glaring at the smoke created, he leapt back to dodge as they broke through the smoke slashing their dark clawed covered fingers through the air where he just stood, they kept with their momentum slashing at him repeatedly as they attempted to get in range. He grinned widely, kicking his leg to strike across their face sending them flying to the side but they caught themselves this time sliding back and stopping quickly as they snarled at him baring their teeth, though their glasses were cracked.

He blocked with his arm as stars struck him from the side as he was distracted looking directly at his opponent soon to be meal. He oo'ed softly at the trick of striking from the side, clearly this one must've been in fights before. Their body shimmered with a coat of metal again as he lunged for them, elemental energy swarmed around his fist as he swung and punched into their arms that they held up to block knocking them backwards before flames burst up their arms electricity shocked their body and ice crystals rapidly spawned and broke along their body in elemental damage as they stumbled with the pain chunks of ice sticking to their body.

"Mmm, iced," He hummed licking at his lips at the thought of enjoying the energy of this other two as he shook the elemental energy off his hands, they were full of fight and while the other seemed abundant of life energy this one must have a stockpiled. "I suppose for now I'll enjoy having you and I'll have pinky another day."

The blade just missed his eye.

He dodged and stepped as blades of psychic and shadow infused energy shot out at him from thin air, he had only seconds to register the materialization of them as they spun at him slashing through the air cutting with whistles at the sharpness and speed. He hissed at the hot pain as one of them managed to cut his tail and quickly leaning his back far backwards with his knees bending as the orange two swung at him shadow psychic energy creating sharp blade protrusions on the back of her hands between her two fingers like a Toxicroak claw. In that moment everything slowed as he saw an yellow ring around the outside of her brown eyes that had narrowed into hateful glares before time returned and he spun swiping under their legs to knock them over forming his own blade to quickly strike down into them only to stab the dirt as they rolled out the way.

They got back up struggling for the weight of the ice still clinging to them holding themselves ready to strike with their formed blades as he pulled his blade from the dirt, swinging it casually and holding it ready for combat.

"So you were in battle rings?" They began slowly circling each other, he could see them struggling limping for the ice on their body, it was almost a shame they were a good fighter just not good enough to survive him.

He swung at them and they blocked their blades colliding with force which reacted explosively throwing them both backwards away from each other, his front bruised from the explosion and energy outlet while bruises quickly formed on the back of her hands going up her arms from where it collided with her body in turn, blood dripping from the wounds on the back of her hands left behind from her protrusions while blood ran down the inside of his fingers where both his hands had been cut up from his own blade.

His breathing was a bit heavier as he watched them breathing heavily in turn, he could see their hands shaking from her injuries. He collected himself for a moment taking a moment to eye them, watching as they took a chunk of ice off of their body holding it in their palms.

Dark type energy started to collect around his hands as he prepared himself to continue the battle. They snapped their palms together and broke the ice chunk in their hands which created a thick foggy cold white shot out around the meadow.

Syn snarled at the sheer fridgedness of the air as he brought his arm up to protect his eyes from the ice shards in the gusts created from that trick. Bits of frost and snow clung to and cold burned his skin before he created a psychic burst that dispelled the icy mist.

He moved his hand to brush off the frost and bits of snow as he stood alone in the meadow and despite his annoyance he did chuckle slightly at the fact they'd actually managed to escape.

Of course they wouldn't have escaped him forever, he'd find them again he's sure. The pink one had been satisfying but he craved more, and he desperately now wanted a taste of the orange hued one especially after such an exhilarating fight. He wanted to know how she could use those moves… He exhaled before carefully picking up the backpack that had been abandoned in the rush to escape, stolen food would do until he found something more living or ran into them again.

[michaelmilligan]

Endverstober Day 25: Devil

(explanation post) (compilation post)

The throne they had built for him on Earth was uncomfortable. Maybe it was because it was made from stone, or maybe Lucifer just wasn't used to sitting with a vessel, but he kept adjusting his position on the damn thing, only to get even more uncomfortable.

Setting up shop in a dilapidated monastery might have been a mistake. Of course, they'd properly desecrated the place before using it as a base of operations. Otherwise, his demons wouldn't even have been able to enter it without experiencing severe pain. But unfortunately, the spilled blood and the screams of their victims didn't make this damn throne any nicer to sit on.

There were still some humans there, Lucifer contemplated, tugging on a chain and getting a whimper out of one. He could use one of them as a cushion, or at least part of them. A pillow made from human skin and innards – there was a Divine Design.

(Had Lucifer killed a few hours watching HGTV? Maybe. If anyone asked, he'd been doing important work, catching up with humanity in the twenty-first century. Besides, Ramsey had liked the moving pictures.)

“My Lord?”

Lucking up from the humans, Lucifer saw Meg, her head held high but with concern all over her face. That didn't bode well. She was one of his most loyal and competent minions, one of the few he could count on to only come to him with important matters that she couldn't fix on her own.

“What is it, child?”

She swallowed, then straightened her posture impossibly more. “There are more... complaints, my Lord.”

“Ah.” Lucifer suppressed a sigh. “Bring them in.”

She nodded gravely, then led some other demons into the room, side-eyeing them before they even started talking.

“What do you want?” Lucifer asked them, pretending to be bored, even though the sight of half a dozen demons all scowling made him tense.

Before all this, he would have barely given them another thought. But his powers were failing, and he was tethered more and more to his vessel, having to rely on its natural strength. Sam Winchester was a strong and sturdy vessel, of course, but he was still only human.

Except for the whole psychic thing, but Lucifer hadn't tapped into that yet at all.

“My King.” One of the demons stepped forward and gave a slight bow.

Considering what they were about to do, that was almost insulting.

“Go on. Speak,” Lucifer told them, eyes boring into those of the demons. They squirmed, much to his satisfaction.

“Earth sucks,” another demon spoke up, getting a glare from the first one. But he just continued on. “There's barely any humans left and there's freaking zombies everywhere.”

The others nodded.

“This isn't the kingdom you promised us,” someone said.

“Oh? It's not?” Lucifer uncrossed Sam's long legs and got up, still towering over everyone else even as he stepped down from his throne. “What did I promise you?”

The demons threw each other nervous looks as he came closer, but one of them raised his chin, standing firm. “Eternal torment. A world where we can be as cruel and horrible as we want.”

“Hm. And that's not this world?” Lucifer asked thoughtfully as he stopped directly in front of the brave demon who dared speak up to him.

“N-no,” the demon said, flinching when Lucifer touched his cheek. But he only trailed a finger over it, almost like a caress.

“You poor things. I haven't been caring for you good enough, have I? Not enough prey in your enclosure?”

The demon frowned, and glanced towards his compatriots, but before any of them could open their mouth, Lucifer had already curled his hands around the demon's throat and started squeezing.

“Not enough death, and maiming? Too bad,” he said conversationally, as the demon choked. “Guess we better give you something to remember today.”

The demon's mouth dropped open as he gurgled, and then black smoke started pouring out.

“Oh no no,” Lucifer said, eyes flashing as he forced the demon back into his vessel. He may be growing weaker, but he could still do this. “You wouldn't want to miss all the fun, would you?”

The other demons gasped, and Lucifer saw blades gleaming in the candlelight that filled the room.

Before one of the complainers could strike, though, there was a choked sound, and then a head hit the floor, followed by a body. Meg stood over the decapitated demon with a detached expression and a streak of blood on her face.

She was beautiful like this, Lucifer thought.

The other demons started yelling, in shock and in anger, but it soon turned into agonized screaming as Lucifer and Meg killed them, too. Even Ramsey got up from the half-eaten legs of a human prisoner to join the action.

In the end, the only sounds were the dripping of blood on stone tiles, and the crunching of bones as Ramsey snacked on the demons' dead vessels.

The serenity of the moment was broken, though, when the clicking of heels echoed from the walls. Lilith stopped upon seeing the carnage, blood and guts still spilling onto the floor.

“Seriously?” she asked, pursing her lips.

“They had some complaints,” Lucifer told her, and she rolled her eyes.

“Keep going like this and you'll have killed every last demon on Earth in a week.”

Lucifer glanced at Meg. “Not every demon.”

“Whatever.” Lilith gestured towards Meg. “Clean that up, will you?”

Meg's eyes flitted to Lucifer before she nodded, and walked towards the door. Either to get some cleaning supplies, or to get someone to do it for her, Lucifer supposed.

“Wait,” he said, and she stopped near the doorway, turning back to him. “Keep the blood.”

Both Lilith and Meg raised their eyebrows at him.

Lucifer put a hand on his vessel's chest. “Little Sammy here got his rocks off with demon blood. Haven't you ever wondered what it would do for me?”

“Can't say that I have,” Lilith said, pursing her lips again.

“I'll make sure to preserve whatever is salvageable,” Meg said, always he good little worker bee. “But my Lord... you shouldn't have to drink scraps from the floor. We can just get you a fresh batch.”

Lucifer felt his mouth pulling into a grin as his eyes came to rest on her. “And that is why you're my favourite.”

[soothinglee]

hello, could I request platonic c!dt or c!benchtrio hcs with a pvper reader, but the reader is short and physically weak so instead of relying on swords or other normal stuff they specialize and rely on poison?

❝ YOU'RE WEAK, HOW CAN I HELP? ❞

warnings: just fighting, some curse words.

genre:: fluff (hcs)

summary:: hcs of the benchtrio (+ philza and techno) helping you make poison for fighting

a/n:: DUDE I AM SO SORRY LMAO, accidentally read the ask wrong, i thought it said "c!sbi". I don't know how, it's been a long day. so you get two extra characters! thank you for requesting!

m.list - ask - series m.list

PHILZA;

philza would spend hours in his brewing room trying to find things to accommodate you when fighting.

he thought of everything.

how fast could you pull it out, how quick could you throw it at your enemy while dodging their attacks?

he used ghast tears, blaze rods, glow stone, gunpowder, basically anything he could get his hands on.

he would always make sure you hand extra on hand incase an enemy were getting immune to the formula. (ahem, dream)

he knows that people would target you for your weak nature and the ability to NOT pick up a sword. the only one you could use was a small wooden toy sword meant for toddlers.

if I ever see someone stroll in with a fake sword looking like Luz Noceda from Owl house I'd would laugh in your face, no offense.

most likely then not he'll give you fighting lessons, he's the type to sit you down like its a school lecture and teach you the 'old school style'.

meaning from a 1,000 year old book he picked up on the other side of the world.

if you had to battle with someone twice your size he'd most likely be hiding in the trees somewhere, waiting for you to give him the hint that you're losing the battle.

if you're too stubborn to call it quits, and he can tell that you're losing severely, he'll swoop in without a second thought and finish the fight for you.

overall he has a very caring personality and would do anything to make sure you can protect yourself.

TECHNOBLADE;

believe me when I say you'll be carrying potions that will make you weigh 10 times more then you do now.

like I'm talking about your pockets, sleeves, socks, shoes, and your hair will be filled with them in secret compartments.

he always make sure you have atleast 5 totem of undyings in your inventory.

you always ask where he gets them from and he'll just look at you, blink and slowly back out the room.

you'd ask phil and he'll just shake his head and say "it's best you didn't know."

...

anyway, he'll find a way to make a netherite sword light for you because he will NOT let you walk around with a wooden sword.

makes sures everything you own is maxed out in enchantments.

potion wise he put EVERYTHING he could find into one potion. just drinking it alone without any armor would most likely make you the strongest person in the server.

he knows you can take your opponents but would still give you a 30 day bootcamp on fighting.

you'll be wishing you never took up pvp in the first place.

this man is relentless.

like I'm talking your arms, legs and back would be black and blue from the constant fighting.

sure it'll help in the long run but you got both mentally and psychically exhausted that you just passed out. (fic coming based off this soon?)

he'd give you a break but all this payed off in the long run because you were able to master a lot of thing you couldn't have ever done before.

like phil, he'd mostly be in your ear, watching from afar, telling when to strike and how.

you know ratatuoe (I'm not even going to begin on spelling ts right) where the rat is in the guys ear helping him cook?

that's you and techno except he's not pulling your hair controlling you..

yeah okay anyway, he'd make you the most feared person despite your size, you were walking proof that even if you're small you can do anything you put your mind to.

and hey, dream and his goons are kinda-somewhat, scared of you now.

so good for you :)

TOMMY;

to be honest for him I'm not really sure what he'd do.

like, do i want to go for the sweet, caring friend road or the gremlin, "who cares" mentality, evil road?

for the sake of this I'll do the first.

OKAY, he doesn't really know anything about potions (or poison pick your word they're the same) except for the stuff he made in wilburs van those days ago.

do the research needed to figure out what potions did what and how long they lasted for.

knowing him he most likely mixed a invisibility and a strength potion together and blew up Philzas' lab area, later blaming it on Techno.

though he couldn't fight himself he would do his best to teach you from the things he saw during war times, mixing in what techno taught him those years ago.

and although he is kinda rusty, his tactics worked well and you incorporated it with the stuff you already knew.

he was very taken aback by how badass you were.

he never knew someone so tiny and couldn't even open a pickle jar could fight a grown ass, 6'1 man with just leather armor.

would use you as a lab rat for his work-in-progress potions.

he'd hand you the most revolting thing.

I'm talking about mold, green goup, spiders eye, bamboo ass shit in a tiny glass bottle.

thank god for your immunity to poison because that looked radioactive.

"so? how does it taste?" he asks, lifting up the protective googles that started fogging up from the humidity in the room.

you swallowed the rest of it, placing the now empty bottle on the table. watching as he watched you expectantly. you swished the slug in your mouth and held your breath. the taste was something indescribable.

as you went to talk a hiccup came out instead, it came out green. you smiled at him, waving your hand in-front of your face. "well, I don't feel like dying-" another hiccup cuts you off, this time along with the sudden impulse to smash a book on the table.

you reached for the book and tommy watches you in awe, nothing about your psychical form changed but as the book collided with the ground and everything broke into pieces, tommy knew he had accidently created a ultra potion of strength.

it only took 7 minutes to wear off but in those minutes everything around you were either across the room or demolished.

he is very helpful but at the same time very risky. so if you ever choose him to help -or he chooses you- just take the safety percussions necessary.

RANBOO;

you really think that he is going to even touch a potion?

this man is afraid of EVERYTHING

would watch from behind you as you cooked something up.

if you even asked if he wanted to help he'd give you the most deadpanneded look and straight out tell you no.

he wouldn’t help you make them but he sure as hell would get you the supplies you needed when you ran out.

he knows that they are vital for your fighting because of your small stature so he makes sure nothing is missing and no one is bothering you while your working.

though he can’t provide much, he is great at finding ender pearls which he gives to you.

he doesn’t know what it could be used for but he thinks it’s a nice little gift.

ranboo being half ender man means that he hoards a lot of stuff so whenever you need you’ll go to his little house and take whatever you need.

9 times out of 10 there would be some really messed up stuff that he said he just “found lying around” but we all know that that’s probably not true.

he looks up to you (even though he should be looking down) because of how confident you are despite your size and weakness

He likes that you use it to your advantage and asks you to help him get the confidence that he needs.

if you ever need help during a fight just whistle- which is a signal that you need help- and ranboo will teleport to you and swoop you up.

he is very helpful despite being afraid of a lot of things.

TUBBO;

the both of you are pretty short so he can understand why you use poison to knock your opponents down.

is all for it to be honest, tells you to rest while he tries some things out.

like tommy he will put the most horrendous shit in it but will cover the smell up with berries and purple dye.

he tries to stay away from fighting, having a bad past with it and all but he will definitely sit on the sidelines and watch as you try and practice.

assures you that he will always stick by your side, in battle and out.

though he doesn't have any practice in pvp except for the wars he doesn't really have any tips and tricks. but is happy to help you come up with new strategies.

is very adamant about you not overworking yourself, will make you carry around extra potions of strength to make you heal faster.

you have this little book filled with recipes of different poisons you created over time and some times tubbo finds himself marveling over the things you've created.

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[scribble-dee-doo]

It isn't really so much as a choice as it is a series of accidents and natural disasters that herds Xanxus like an oblivious Akhyl right into the trap he'd sworn to avoid. By the time he looks up and realizes that his teeth have been blunted and his reflexes molded around the change, it's too late.

He's cleaning his guns, broken down to pieces and fanned in a tidy semicircle where he's sitting with legs crossed on the floor. A spot of reflection bounces off the scope in his hand and he looks on instinct, sees the knife in Tsuna's hand, and turns back around.

He doesn't hesitate. He just turns back around, and it takes a solid thirty seconds of idly wondering whether Tsuna's gone through enough knife polish to put on the monthly grocery list that they share before realizing that there's a person holding a knife right behind him – in his own home, where he's dressed down to loose housewear and not a single plate of armor – and it didn't twinge his nerves at all. He treated it more casually than he treats Squalo with a knife, more than himself.

“Xanxus?” says Tsuna, because his moons-damned Shine makes him close to psychic and he's tuned to Xanxus's mental state like a satellite.

[greentrickster]

Do you think Melli would be interested in the modern fashion, make-up, hairstyles and so on? Perhaps he might bond with Elesa about this.

(I have the hc, that Melli for example made the patterns on his hat and skirt (?) by himself. And look at his long hair!! It's so beautiful! Also his style is amazing as a warden)

(He also kinda reminded me of Wallace, bc he's so pretty, he could be a model)

Anon, you're obviously a psychic type, because you read my mind! Yes, I do think Melli would be very curious about modern fashion, though he'd probably also be quite o////o about it, since it's much more revealing than anything anyone in his time is used to - even the most minimalist outfits worn in the Hisui region have nothing on Elesa! Heck, there's probably a conversation early on where Melli says something to the effect of, "Put some more clothes on, that's indecent!" And Elesa's just about to righteously go off on him, but Ingo steps in with, "Elesa, your body your choice, but he's from several hundred years in the past and the modesty standards were very different, this is sincere culture shock." "Okay, I guess I can go less runway and more street fashion for a bit - there are some cool new looks I've been wanting to try anyway."

Once the communication barrier and proper boundaries are set up, though, and once respect is gained between the two of them, I think they would have a lot of fun bonding over the stuff you mentioned, because I'm totally with you on the idea that he likes to look good! I mentioned in another post that she's probably the one who introduces him to conditioner, which is an Enlightenment to him. And I like the idea that he makes certain pieces of his clothing and also embellishes them himself - I've sort of been thinking along the same lines! Especially because, in the old days (at least in the Western world) part of the buying off the rack expectation was that you got something that fit pretty close, then would take it home and alter it yourself to fit better.

Also, from how it looks, Melli's wearing two upper layers - a hip-length with a hood that has the Diamond Clan symbol on it, with a very short (relatively speaking) kimono-style sort of tunic beneath it, probably either sleeveless or with short sleeves, which is what he's added the Lord Electrode detailing to. Going on, those things on his arms look like bracers or something protective, so his Diamond Clan shirt/hoodie probably has long or crew-length sleeves that go under them partway. I believe he has his hat on over his hood, and then, naturally, there are some close-fitting trousers and the boots.

So, for his modern look, I think he keeps his hat (familiar, and also it would work for modern fashions) and choker (which I think Elesa would adore), Elesa finds him some leggings, a tunic that goes to about mid-thigh, and a hoodie that's longer than usual. Melli then, used to doing his own thing and detailing his own clothes, adds a Lord Electrode to his hoodie's chest (since he's told to maybe not mention the Diamond Clan thing too much, which I'm sure makes Melli very >:O) and, after seeing some modern styles, smaller detailings of his team down one sleeve of the hoodie (which has Elesa probably going, "The trainer in me says this isn't the best strategy, but the model in me adores it").

In regards to how Elesa's doing with all this, I think she enjoys the heck out of how willing to listen and interested Melli is in this side of her job. Like, Skyla likes to look good, but she and Elesa have very different looks, and the twins also have some very powerful looks, but they never deviate from said looks, because it's them. Which, fine, also their bodies and their choices, but you know Elesa occasionally sees some new fashion trend that would look so good on one of her friends and cries a little inside because they'll never wear it.

In contrast, Melli likes looking his best at all times and finds high fashion interesting (when it's not too revealing for him), and he's probably experimented a little with Hisui-era make-up for festivals and other such special events, so he's okay with letting Elesa go to town a little with the eye shadow and the contouring. And Elesa's probably curious to hear about the techniques he's used to using, if only in a historical anthropology sort of way in regards to getting to learn about the roots of one of the key parts of her industry. Though this also leads to a very firm conversation where Elesa gives Melli a list of things he has to promise her to never use again, seriously, please, you have such nice skin, never put anything lead-based on it again, for me.

One thing I think they wouldn't be able to agree on fashion-wise, however, is boots. Because tell me there's a single warden in Hisui who wouldn't see a pair of modern hiking boots and experience love at first sight. Melli's of the opinion that they could be prettier, yes, because his own boots are pretty awesome, but modern high-fashion shoes...? He probably tries on one pair, makes the most derisive face in the world, and spends an hour breaking down all the ways these shoes would break you out on the mountain.

(looks up Wallace) Melli's used to men sometimes showing more skin than women (ex: Gaeric), but I think he would find Wallace's way of doing it very intimidating, also in a o////o sort of way. Though it probably makes Elesa feel better to see Melli react with a "That feels very indecent" to a picture of Wallace the same way he did to her - helps drive home that this is really just a cultural thing.

Thanks for the ask!

[lovelytarou]

second nature — kirishima eijiro

— eijiro has memorized everything about you – from the way you twirled your hair when you're bored, when you bounced your leg up and down when you're anxious, and he can even tell when you're sad. one of the things he has memorized himself is buying you your favorite snacks when you're exactly craving for it.

pairing: kirishima eijiro x reader

tags: friends to lovers 👀

genre: fluff

word count: 663

a/n: this is shorter than the last one i posted lmao buuut yeah,,,this is part 5/7 of the event!

you think that kirishima is psychic. he seems to be always at the exact time, exact place as to where you are when you needed him. 

his other quirk could be mind reading too, if you didn't know any better. but what you don't know is that, kirishima always has his attention on you. memorizing every small detail about you that can fill a book or two. 

for example, he knew you were nervous when your hands started to tremble, and you had a habit of biting your bottom lip too often – eyes drifting from one place to the next. 

he also knew you were embarrassed with the tell tale signs of the reddening tips of your ears, how you avoid the conversation entirely, and you couldn't contain the smile that blooms on your face. 

he loved the way you talked about your favorite things. the way your face lit up like a million stars in the night sky, your hands making gestures as you spoke faster, mind racing a mile a minute, and you had this faint blush dusting your cheeks. he thought of how cute you were at these moments. he just wants to gobble you up and pepper your cheeks with kisses until it grows even redder. 

when you're sad, he knew by the way your voice lost its usual jovial tone to it replaced by a sort of deflated, monotone one and you won't speak up unless you're ready to talk about what's bothering you. 

he's like a knight in shining armor, honestly. the way he swooped in when you need him most. the one time you were struggling to move the boxes you were assigned with for an event, he offered to help once he saw how many of them you have to carry. 

you were thankful for his help, having apologized too many times for taking up his time but he just shook his head and told you that it's no problem.  

“if you really wanted to pay me back...we can go to dinner sometime?” he smoothly offered. if anything, kiri isn't the one to pass up a chance to spend more time with their crush. 

and just like that, numerous dates followed and you felt like you knew each other for years. during those times he spent with you he has memorized your order at restaurants you go to, he knew how to make your coffee and tea just how you like it without having to ask you. it just seems natural, like something he embedded in himself long ago. 

kirishima knew you were craving affection even if you didn't. it's the way your foot reaches out to him when you're doing something. he'd immediately grab your legs and lay them on top of his lap as he massaged them softly. 

the best thing about dating kirishima? he gave the best hugs. he knew when to give it, too. once you enter the house with slumped shoulders, and a deep frown on your face, you bet he'll drop everything he was doing and engulf you in his warm, soothing embrace and won't let you go until you calmed down. 

so when he asked you to meet his parents one day, finally standing at the doorstep with a fearful look in your eyes, his hands found your trembling ones as he gave you a reassuring smile. all your worries and fears dissipated in an instant at the feeling of his calming touch. 

“you okay?” he searched for any discomfort on your face. when he found there is none and you shook your head, he sighed in relief. 

“yeah, let's go. i'm ready.” you exhaled all the nervousness and anxiety and stared straight on towards the door where the start of something new, something even better, and possibly welcoming you into a new family is ready to greet you as well. 

kirishima smiled. he knew you were, why else will he take you to meet them?

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[sheshowardlinksgirl]

❤️HOWARD LINK X OC ❤️

"You should eat something"

The sandy blonde inspector hovered over the girl as she led motionless on the empty floor boards below. Theodosia was in a ball, Her long brown hair unbrushed and her pale blue eyes fixed upon the wood.

And all of this because she had found an old picture of him with his family stuffed between the wall of his family's basement.

Link hadn't owned his family's house for long. It came up for auction six months previously and although he didn't really have the money, he'd decided that he was going to buy it anyway.

He also happened to have Theo visiting with Walker and Kanda because the trio had business in Germany that absolutely couldn't wait.

Chief Komui, seemingly taking advantage of the situation, asked if he would accommodate them so that the order didn't have to fork out for a hotel and because Link considered himself a decent person, he'd accepted.

But now, Theodosia was inconsolable. The whites of her eyes now scarlet after crying pitifully. Howard had known that she was sensitive to old places but he had never dreamed that she actually possessed some kind of psychic ability.

According to Walker, she did and Howard didn't know how to feel about that, but the last thing he wanted was to make a guest in his home extremely uncomfortable.

In his hand he held a dish of creamed gelatin. A silver spoon laying across the plate as he came to kneel on the floor.

"Gelatin is perfect for bringing a smile to people's faces." He said softly "And I happen to know that it's also your favourite"

"Yours too," The young girl croaked.

"Your Mama would make it for you when you were sick"

Theodosia wiped her eyes.

"You were loved" She breathed.

Links gut dropped but at the same time he felt a small sad smile tug at the corner of his lips. Remembering his past was like swallowing a bitter pill. His training was the most valuable thing that he owned but had his parents not become sick and died he would have followed a different path. He wouldn't have had to endure all that he had, the cruelty, the hardness that would eventually become him.

He had been loved.

"I'm sorry that it all ended for you" She whimpered.

"She wanted different for you"

Link was overcome with sadness, his eyebrows dipping. His mother had been wonderful and always so cheerful. She was the reason that he always had that 'can do attitude' because he felt as though he could do anything so long as he put his mind too it.

He placed the Gelatin on the floor and placed his hand on Theo's shoulder.

He respected the girl, not just because she was an exorcist but because she was soft hearted but still strong enough to fight against the evil in this world, that kind of bravery was hard to find.

If the ex-inspector had to be honest with himself, there was also an element of favouritism in their relationship. He would happily tire himself to see Theo smile.

And he felt uncomfortable thinking about it, because it wasn't the kind of satisfaction that came from making sweets for Walker or the feeling he got when he finished a mountain of paperwork and handed it in before it was due.

It was a strange, warm feeling that he only got when Theodosia visited him or when they happened to share the same assignment together.

He would probably be lying if he said that hosting the three of them was purely down to being a naturally hospitable person, It was likely more to do with the fact that Theo was with them.

The age difference between them continued to play it's mind games with him when he was laying awake in bed at night. With Howard wondering how he was supposed to make it work when he was nearly 7 years older than her.

Speaking softly, he spoke into the nape of the 16-year-old's neck as the end of his braid dangled over his shoulder.

"Do not be sad for me" He said, his voice deepening to comfort her.

"I am healthy and working hard to better myself" He brushed her hair off of her cheek softly " I'm also fortunate enough to have good friends"

Theodosia's blue eyes fluttered open as she sat up from her ball. Their faces were so close, lips literally inches away.

Links brown eyes lingered on them before sitting back and offering Theo his hand.

"I'm sorry, I know that moving into this house means a lot to you" Theo hummed taking the inspectors hand greedily.

"I shouldn't let the past upset me. Especially when you don't let it upset you"

Link handed Theo her gelatin and brushed off his trousers before holding the bedroom door open for her.

"It's not that it doesn't upset me." He says carefully as they step into the drawing room.

Allen is busy eating some pasta that Howard has made him whilst Kanda, who would rather be anywhere else, sulks on the armchair. It's made of expensive material with gold and red stripes and mahogany arms.

It can fit three people on it at least but Kanda's legs are spread wide.

Howard raises an eyebrow but not wanting to start an argument he ignores the blatant disrespect.

He looks over his shoulder to make sure Theodosia has followed.

"I just don't let it bother me."

She is short compared to Howard, almost a foot difference but he's content with her blue eyes looking up at him.

He knows he can't make anything of it, she's only 16 years old after all.

"I really admire you" Theo smiles making his cheeks warm. There's a full moon out tonight, perhaps he could take her to watch it.

If he took Walker and Kanda with him then no one should have a problem with it. Right?

Just as he's pondering what to do next, Theo grabs his hand. Allen and Kanda share a look as Links cheeks glow even deeper.

"Th-Theo!?"

"It's a beautiful night, can we go look at the moon?"

Ah...this girl....

Howard and Theodosia stood hand in hand.

And he couldn't be happier......

Don't let this end.